Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Hogwarts. Hell, I don't even own most of the characters in this...no wait, ALL of the chracters in this. But worst of all...I don't own Draco. And that makes me very, very jealous of who does.
Chapter 10: Moonlight
Hermione:
Tears slid out of her eyes as she cried mercilessly into her pillow. The dress she still wore lay around her gracefully, not even staining from the tears. She was filled with such a fury, such a sadness, she had no idea what to do but cry. Not only was she still confused about the jealousy within her for seeing Draco with someone else, but the girl, named Ebony, had also paraded him around and then made fun of Hermione. It was enough to rattle anyone, and Hermione wasn't a very sensitive girl to begin with. The worst of it all, though, was when the clock had struck midnight. Seamus had kissed Hermione on the cheek, which Hermione didn't mind (she had hugged him back), but then, she had spotted Draco and Ebony basically making out. She shivered.
Slowly she stopped crying...there were no more tears left in her. She changed from her dress into short shorts and a tank and sat cross-legged on her bed, wiping her wet face with trembling hands. She left the choker on, and fastened on the other necklace, the cool silver a comfort on her skin. Glancing at the clock, Hermione saw that it was 1 in the morning. The witch sighed heavily and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, deciding to wash her face first as she was the dried mascara blackening her cheeks. Back in her room, she turned off the light and got into bed, happy the night was over...or so she thought. Just as Hermione was about to sleep, she heard the common room door open and someone, obviously Draco, came in. A giggle made her realize that Ebony was with him. A flash of hot anger shot through her...that they thought they could just...shag in her common room. The sounds from downstairs was too much for her and, pulling on a sweat shirt (aww...gotta love them!), she grabbed her wand and opened the door.
Her brown eyes tried to penetrate the darkness, and thankfully the once again dying fire aided her. Hermione wrinkled her nose at the sight of two figures squirming on the couch. She contemplated a second on what to do...and grinned at her idea. She made a sharp jab with her wand, and a moment later a scream peirced her ears.
"What the- why am I green?" came a high-pitched voice.
"URG!" came a deeper one, "and you've got tentacles!" Hermione stifled a lough chuckle at this last statement. The spell turned whoever got it into their worst fear. Apparently Ebony was afriad of sea monsters.
"Tentacles?" said her voice hysterically, "TENTACLES!" There was a loud thump as she tripped over her gown and fell to the ground. Hermione, trying vainly to hold her hand over her mouth, couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing, clutching the rail in an attempt to stabalize herself. Someone turned on the lights, and the scene played out before her. Ebony was standing once more, her dress tight around her enlargening body. Her skin, in patches, had become pond-scum-green, and her arms were now tentacles. The girl's face was contorted in fear and anger, but that wasn't the best part. Draco was still sitting on the couch, fully dressed (besides coat), but the look of pure disgust on his face was almost too much. Hermione's laughter rang through the large room, making the two people below her look up in surprise.
"You filthy little mudblood!" screamed Ebony, eyes narrowing as she tried to pull out her wand with a tentacle.
Draco:
Surprise, surprise. Draco hoped his plan had worked a little bit. He knew that Ebony detested Hermione, so had taken her to the dance. And, when they got back..well, he might as well use his body for some good. Adn then, of course, Ebony had turned into this horrible...THING...and now he was staring up at Hermione, who was gripping to the railing and laughing so hard tears were coming down her face. And the only thing he could think about: man she looked good in short-shorts. Surprise, surpirse.
"Again with the name-calling?" asked Hermione, finally able talk, "honestly, I'm getting pretty tired of it. But what the hell...you have no effing right to call me a mudblood, you foul little whore. I'm surprised a slut like you even MADE it into Ravenclaw..made it into second year! And if you ever have the stupidness to crawl back into my common room, then I'll make sure those pretty little tentacles stay like that. I must say, it is an improvement of the highest level." Hermione smirked, now more or less leaning against the banister. Ebony, on the other hand, was speechless, mouth gaping, until she said,
"You.Will.Be.Sorry.For.This." in clenched teeth. She twirled and raced out of the room, tentacles smacking rather hard against the wall and making her yelp. Now only Draco and Hermione were in the room. After an uncomfortable silence, Hermione said,
"I'm surprised she didn't ask for the counter-curse...you're not going to find it in any book here..and I'm not sure any teacher knows it." She shrugged, a small smile on her face. "Well, that's all I wanted to do, and now I can finally go to sleep." She turned and walked back into her room, shutting it. Draco had the saisfaction of hearing the door lock click but, trying to sense the locking spells she used, couldn't. He grinned evily: Had Miss goody-two-shoes Granger forgotten to lock her door? A small feeling stirred within him, above his 'behaving like an arse' attitude...it was hope. A feeling not used to blossoming inside Draco Malfoy, it soon spread all over him, and Draco's grin turned into a smile. Oh yes...the oppertunity had shown itself. And who was he not to use it?
Draco crept slowly up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. At the girl's door, he opened it a crack and saw a sleeping form on the bed, curled up lke an angel. Her brown and black streaked hair fanned out around her head and made a halo, making her look even more angelic. With a small sigh, he glanced around the room, his eyes widening as they came upon the dragon mood crystal. Draco had seen them before, it didn't seem odd for her to have one, but the fact that it was a dragon was rather odd. He glanced at the crystal and was mesmerized at the swirling mist, which had turned a faint pink color like the sky after a newly risen sun. He couldn't think of what this meant, and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a whisper. He stared at the dragon, not willing it to be true, but yes, in another second, the scaly silver beast said in a small whisper, "Didn't you hear me the first time? I said hope, Hermione's feelings are one of pure hope...though I can't think why." Its voice was slow and rumbling, with a small hint of sarcasm in it. The bold saphire eyes twinkling before silver lids closed over them, and moments later the small beast was actualy snoring softly.
Draco's eyes, which changed with his mood, were now a deep blue-gray color, and were threatening to turn all the way blue. He was sitting on his bed, half way undressed, and pondering about tonights events. He had picked up Ebony from the Slytheirn common room at 8:00 and had escorted her to the dance. From his perch next to Blaise, he had been keeping a secretive eye on the surroundings, and had seen the small parade of girls come in. Moments later, Hermione came in with her date...Seamus Finnigan. Seamus Finnigan!?! Bloody hell, what was the girl thinking, going to a dance with a complete idiotic Gryffindor pervert when she could of had him? All she had had to do was simply walk past, Draco knew that his veela side couldn't control himself when she walked. He rolled his eyes and laid back against the pillow, closing lids over the orbs and trying withuot avail to drift to sleep.
Silver orbs flicked open as an alarm blared. Groaning, Draco moved his hand and turned it off. He groaned again as the cold feeling once more resided in his stomach. He dressed into baggy black pants and a gray faded tee, running his fingers throgh his hair and letting the bangs fall in his face. The boy walked out his bedroom door and immediatly noticed Hermione, who was always up earlier than him, at a small round table near 'his' side of the common room. She had the tip of a beautiful eagle-owl quill in her mouth, not noticing the silver ink on the tip dripping on the table. In front of her was a small notebook, folded to a new page that was halfway covered with her small, neat cursive handwriting.
The witch was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn't even notice Draco, and to her amazement, after about two minutes she sighed, dried the ink stain and quill, topped three bottles of ink, and flipped the notebook closed. She stood up, brushed a hand through her hair, and said to herself,
"Well, since I've got nothing left to write, I might as well eat." She was so preoccupied with her now writer's block that she simply left the notebook on the table, threw everything else in her bag, and left, shutting the Portriat hole behind her softly, so as not to 'wake' Draco. He glanced from the doorway to the notebook, and then back. After several minutes of this, he vaulted over the railing, down the five foot jump, and landed as soft as a feather. He basically sprinted the short distnac eto the table, flund himself in Hermione's chair, and stared at the notebook in front of him. An image of a silver and gold hued, moonlit lake stared back at him. And there it was...the answer to his problems...moonlight.
(A/N: Guess what? YOu hate me, don't you. this chapter basically told nothing, implied a few things, and basically made you want to throttle me beause you couldn't ge tmore. I know what you all are thinking, and I have one answer to that. Next chapter...eager to write, fast to type, and so got the time. Thank the Gods for summer, ladies and gentlemen, thank the Gods.
-Quicksilver)